#author:cxptained

"When Jack wakes to the sound that he could never forget, it takes him a moment to realise that noise was not simply a repeat in his mind from a dream he already can’t place. The screeching noise of the TARDIS coming to a halt somewhere in the close vicinity is something that you cannot ignore.

Not when you’re Jack Harkness.

His eyes flick open and Ianto, as always, is sleeping on top of him. Jack takes a moment to assess the situation. How best to remove himself from this arrangement without waking his boyfriend? Carefully, he pries the grip of a hand that’s holding onto the white shirt Jack so often sleeps in off the material. Legs are shifted so they untangle from each other slow enough that Jack could be mistaken for simple turning in the night."

People always say they can feel anxiety creeping up their chest.

Owen has no clue what they’re going on about. His anxiety has never creeped. It’s never crawled. It’s never moved slowly in its life.

It’s taken him by the lungs before. It’s grasped them so tightly and so suddenly he thought they might burst. He’s choked on it as it shot down his throat and into the pit of his stomach like a foreign substance his body should reject.

But never has it creeped.

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